Ice Scream Rod Novels & Stories

My scream cracked the windshield. “Eyes on the road, baby,” he rasped, pulling out slow, dragging every ridge of him against my walls, then slamming back in. The car lurched. I yanked the wheel left, tires screeching, gravel spitting. “Good girl. Keep us alive while I ruin this pussy.”

John’s voice barked from somewhere above me. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Because every time I closed my eyes, I didn't see the puck or the net. I saw a pair of forest-green eyes drowned in fear. I felt the ghost of smooth soft skin under my thumb. The mood around me felt weighty, filled with the smell of metal and my own sweat. "Alan! Drop the bar!" I ignored him. I pushed. One more. One more. My heart wasn't just beating; It was pounding against my ribs like a scared animal. It was an endless, hard thump that matched my heartbeat in my throat.

Toward the stairwell that would take them back to Level Three. The first drone appeared. Quad-rotor. Armed with automatic weapons. It locked onto Morrison. He dove behind equipment as it fired. Bullets tore through a laboratory station. Chemical storage tanks ruptured. Smoke filled the corridor. "Move!" Morrison shouted. "Get them up the stairs!" More drones appeared. The team was pinned. Subjects exposed. No cover. Dr. Vance ran back toward Hammond's laboratory. "Where are you going?" Maya shouted. Vance didn't answer. She reached Hammond's control station. Grabbed the doctor. Held her in front of the cameras.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

Oh, he is the one Isha was talking about earlier. "I want seafoods," Isha said. "I'll order buttered shrimp and crabs and a smoothie" I'm still looking for food when my phone beeped. miggyslabs: where are you lab? miamore: @chills. Wanna go here? miggylabs: who's with you? miggylabs: no spicy foods, no seafood, no peanuts, no chocolates !!!! I laughed silently because of his exclamation points. Furious? miamore: gg? Hahaha, are you going?

I screamed at him and he slapped me across the face with the rod. The silver rod smashed against my cheek, searing the flesh instantly. My scream ripped through the dungeon, raw and guttural. I could smell myself burning, the scent so nauseating I nearly vomited. My head jerked to the side, my vision doubling, stars exploding across my sight.

Eddie suddenly screamed when she felt a cockroach crawl up her feet. "Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!” She screamed but Bruce was confused about what he was meant to kill. "Kill what?” "The cockroach! It's there, on the floor! Kill it!” Eddie screamed hoping her feet around to prevent the cockroach from touching her skin but it kept crawling around. She immediately opened the door and ran out of the room, and down the stairs, screaming with tears rolling down her cheeks. Bruce turned to her with a grin on his lips as she ran out. He let out a chuckle, being well aware of everything that happened.

His eyes drop an ocean that gets pulled to the sky staining his upper cheeks and the saliva in his mouth twirling from each scream let out. Haaaaa!!!... The scream filled the air with terror while the spikes reached out to slice through his skin. One cuts his left arm off, the blood pours so heavy before he lands straight to the ground... his eyes locking out its view. Bump-bump, Bump-bump.

NOLA REYNOLDS The sound of a woman screaming reached my ears, distorted in the quake that seemed to shake the earth all around us before I realized I was the one who had been screaming. The Lycan’s sword shook in my hands, the weight of the huge beast pressed against it towered over me, the sprain in my wrist threatening to explode through the net work of veins. “Oh, Dear God!” I screamed again, darting away and watching the impaled beast fall heavily to the dust with a rumbling groan, the Lycan following as I clapped cold hands to my mouth to stifle another scream.

Panic surged through me as a voice whispered urgently in my ear, "Don't scream, Isadora, please." My heart pounded against my chest, fear gripping me as I struggled against the grip. Who was behind me, and what did they want? The voice repeated again, and this time, it sent a jolt of surprise down my spine by its familiarity. The scent, the tone—it couldn't be anyone else. The grip loosened, and I slowly turned around to set eyes on Eamon. Panic surged through me as I struggled against his hold, attempting to scream, but he covered my mouth just in time, pleading with desperation in his eyes.